I'm going on a date tonight   To try to fall out of love with you   I know, I know this is a crime   But I don't know what else to do      My love, you're in a magazine   My love, you're doing fine, you're on TV   You pull my heart out and then you run away   From Chicago to Cleveland you leave me pain   You leave me pain      When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother to hear you sing   When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother      On the bus radio, "Fifty ways to leave your lover alone"   I laughed at the irony   But life is stupid, the irony all lost on me   It got lost on me      When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother to hear you sing   When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother      You challenged me to write a love song   Here it is, I think I got it wrong   I focused on the negative   The pain was too much to write and sing   Oh, it was not a nice incentive      When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother to hear you sing   When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother to hear you sing      When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother to hear you sing   When you're lucid you're the sweetest thing   I would trade my mother      But she don't know just how far I'd go   Would I walk for a hundred miles   For an instant northern smile